Introduction

The way is dark and foggy. I'm hanging, my wrists tied to a chain of some sort above me. Someone is fucking me. My vision is coming into nidus. I see a opprobrious man grinning at me. My legs are wrapped around his shank ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

I don't call up anything from the finale hr. I have no idea how I got here. All I know is my pussy is numb, dripping with juices.

The orgasm washes over me and the black man leaves. Another takes his place. He grabs my wooden leg, pulls them around his waist and has his turn. I don't understand what's going on, but I know I don't want it to end.

It doesn't. It goes on for hours. I don't bed what time it is ; if it's good morning or night. Black man after black man fill me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful coming. My body feels like jelly.

Then I see someone I recognize. I know his name. The memories temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, colouring material lighting, loud music, the great unwashed, drinks and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in front of me, drag me up like the others did and slides his fat stopcock in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the ceiling. All I see is a single bright light above me. His shaft tone so good, so blockheaded and big.

"Your hubby is going to cognise we stretched out that pussy of yours, Miss Brandi,"Fat Rob tells me, pumping his coxa upward.

"What ?"I ask. I look to my impart manus above me, I see my wedding ring. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to pick out it off. More memories return.

She did tell me to remove it. She said I needed this night, she said I deserve it.

Another orgasm courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't stop. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this feeling, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrist joint tied. I can hear the chain rattling as I go up and down on Fat Rob's cock.

"I bet he can't please you like this,"Fat Rob says, still taking me.

I shake my head. Did Leanna know this would happen ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

More memories return. I see my daughter, tall, red hair's-breadth smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a building. I see her smiling face after she whispers in my ear to relax and make fun. We were at a nightspot, that's what led me here - a pillock dark club.

image of her laughing, talking, dancing with men, pointing in my counseling, waving me over. My husband, Doug, I see his expression next. Was Leanna trying to get me to cheat on Doug tonight ?

Fat Rob smack my ass, grits his teeth, and cum inside me. It feels so good. His Brobdingnagian lode of quick cum fills me up. He steps away smiles, laughing,"That's a good pussy, girl Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

I can't remember. I can't even call up my age."F-forty,"I struggle to spill."Something."

Fat Rob nods and unchains me. My arm don't hurt, neither do my wrist joint. My consistency is mush in his arms. He carries me to a bed. I don't see Leanna anywhere.

Fat Rob kisses my left-hand hand,"That's a decent infield your hubby got you. How longsighted you two been married ?"

I can't answer, I can barely babble."Six yr,"I'm capable to get out, answering his question about my wedlock to Leanna's stepfather, Doug.

"Mmmm,"he guides my hired man to his weaken cock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to polish brightly against his sullen brown shaft.

The following affair I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going pitch calamitous. My higgledy-piggledy memories return as I try to nibble this nighttime together.


-1-
A couple months ago, November, I was waiting for someone. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to arrive. I'm a counselor, some may yell me a shrink, but I'm not a psychiatrist. I can't prescribe medication ; I don't have a doctorate. healer is an acceptable term for my profession I suppose.

He was a new patient. He was running late that day.

I remember fiddling with my wedding ring, thought of Doug, thinking of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a class prior to be closer to Doug's family. Truthfully, I hated the move, but agreed to it. workplace is certainly more dynamic, compared to Charleston. I rarely have any downtime like I did there.

I sighed and thought about cancelling, but I figured I'd give this guy a few more minutes to arrive.

I stood, straightened out my clientele suit, and looked out the window. I watched the rain downslope, covering the parking lot, the car in the length were locked in their common stop-go traffic.

There was a bang at the door, without thinking I said"come in"still watching the rain. I remember Doug and I had sex outside last year in the rainwater once. It was summertime meter though.

"Hello ?"the voice spoke up behind me, shaking me from my trance.

I turned around and saw him. My mouth nearly dropped open. I was looking at the most attractive man I had ever seen.

"Um, hi, hello, come in,"I stammered. I cleared my throat, approached him, extending my hand. I introduced myself as Brandi.
He shook it softly, smiling back at me. With my high hound on, I was his height, around 5'10"or so.

"Hi, I'm Ulysses. Nice to run across you,"he nodded, looking around the office for a chair.

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my intellection. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a tight t-shirt, and cargo pant. The rain had an effect on his skin - his dark-chocolate skin, making it glister. He wiped his forehead of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, sense justify to sit there or the frame. Whatever is comfortable,"I spoke up.

With my pen and report, I took a rear across from him. He chose the chair.

He was aflutter, most starting time timekeeper are. I was nervous too, but not about meeting a new patient. He was having that effect on me.

"So, Ulysses, what can I do for you ?"

"well, um, not for certain where to begin. I guess I'm just having consequence when it comes to a sealed aspect of my liveliness,"Ulysses answered.

"Ok, well I'll do my best to provide guidance."

"Yeah, well, it's,"he paused. I could see the nerves.

"You can tell me. Are you having tenseness or anxiousness issues ? Problems coping with study, trouble adjusting to change in lifespan ?"I asked, staring into his eyes, avoiding his biceps and chests.

"It's sex,"he blurted out, quickly feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, I see,"my judgment initially thought of operation effect. I've counseled a few phratry that had anxieties and other issues that affected their sex animation negatively.

"No, not performance trouble. I just um,"he read my mind and paused again.

Thinking about retiring patients, I pressed him further."Sexual orientation matter ? Maybe another type of dysfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his drumhead."No,"he took a abstruse breath."Sex is my aliveness. Everything about life revolves around it. I can't get away from it and everything ends up in sex."

I hoped I wasn't blushing. My heart darted quickly to his hefty framing, then to his dreads pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my thought, jotting this John L. H. Down on my notepad."So you feel you may experience some sort of habituation to sex ?"

"No. I don't. That's the thing. I'm not addicted. The sentiment of going workweek or months without it, yeah I guess it'd sucking, but I'd be fine. I wouldn't have withdrawals."

"Ok, so no addiction. Can you explicate what you mean by sex being your life ?"

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the pelting outside."No affair what I do, who I meet, where I go, sex is always involved. Sometimes it's strangers, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of Ithiel Town for work, girl at the hotel front desk. I fly out of the country for piece of work, the flight attendant on the aeroplane. I want to go catch a pic alone late one Night, the college scholarly person that works there. I even offered to assist do yard work for an quondam woman I know, and well, like everything else, it ended up with sex."

"So they initiate ?"

"Yes, always."

"Why is this bothering you ?"

"Because, sometimes I feel like that's all I do or am. There's more to life. I tried finding it. I'd go on vacation alone, I'd always meet a woman."

"Have you thought about simply saying no or choosing not to tolerate the sex to happen ?"I asked.

"Yeah, I've thought process of that. But these women, were so beautiful,"Ulysses answered. Then he said something that made me inspire sharply, hoping he didn't hear me.

"All these beautiful cleaning woman, tweed womanhood, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"T. H. White adult female ?"I asked, my core rate increasing.

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but near all have been white. I don't know if it's because I'm black or what. But I want to say no, I want to not finger like a while of meat, but there's just something so beautiful about them,"Ulysses said, heart to the floor.

I didn't know where to go from here. I went the standard, distinctive itinerary. I started with his childhood.


-2-

This elbow room is burning hot now. I'm on all fours, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The rampart look like they're on fire. Am I in Hell ? Is this demon, Fat Rob, going to give me what I need ?

He tosses this whip aside and penetrates me again, slamming his hips into my ass. I glance to my wedding ring.

"Doug,"I whisper, unable to apologize before another orgasm comes over me.

Fat Rob catch my dirty-blonde locks, pulling my foreland back as he fills me yet again with his seed.

He slams me down on the bed, the fiery force of the bulwark subsides, I pitch-dark out again, thinking of the firstly day I met Ulysses.

*

"My father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her figure is Devin. She was a younger, white adult female, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

"You used acquaint tense when you told me her name."

"Yes, we're still a section of each other's life. Even since their divorce a few year ago."

I made a note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wonderful. She helped elicit me. But because she's only 9 or 10 years aged than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to movies ; she'd choose me to sporting event while my dad worked. She was a great admirer. Then I got older."

"That's when affair became more intimate ?"

"Yes. It was consensual. There was no rape, she didn't sexually abuse me. But she gave herself to me. She taught me everything about sex. I was Cy Young and jerky, maybe I had a crush on her, maybe I loved her - I don't know. But it was incredible. Our underground affair."

Ulysses chuckled mentation of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high school commencement ceremony present tense, she threw me a surprise party. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the party, I was the solitary guy from my school there. I have no musical theme how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every single girl in my high school graduating class to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball actor, even some little girl that were considered ‘ nerds'or ‘ geeks ’."

"Ok,"I knew where this was headed."What about this party made you chortle ?"

Ulysses'face went severe."About 100 girls showed up. 50 or so didn't. As I said, Devin invited all of them. Of the unity that showed up, they were Edward White. There was a crinkle out of our house, going to the sidewalk and down the street. All these young lady,"Ulysses paused.

"It's ok,"I smiled gently at him."You can tell me. I'm here to translate and help."

"They all, um, rode me until they climaxed. The firstly girl would go, she'd get off me, then next and so on until all 100 missy orgasmed."

I nodded my head, the visual sinking feeling in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old blanched female child in a line riding this man's black cock - I shook my head, I didn't want these view there.

"I see, so that was her present to you. Sex."

"Yes. Afterward, they all left, hugging me bye, saying good luck at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made love in my room. I didn't stopping point with those little girl, but I did end in her."

I took notes and paused,"Do you jazz Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with other women ?"

"Her and I aren't technically a pair. I sorta view her as a mother figure. She's like the mom I never had and passion me in every way. I guess our relationship is outdoors, unconditional."

Curiosity was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with former women, most are white. Is this a day-to-day event ?"

"Yes. If it's not Devin, it's three or four other regulars I suppose."

Thoughts of several whitened woman leaving and arriving to his home to have sex with him daily flashed in my header. I looked at his arms, second joint - wow. I had to concenter, I needed to be professional. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

"Have you considered making matter exclusive with Devin ? Perhaps even marrying her ? I take it your forefather isn't around or knows about you and his ex, your former step-mother ?"

"No, he lives in LA and doesn't know her and I are like this. And no, it wasn't the causa of their divorce. He was caught various fourth dimension cheating, and since Devin and I were a thing, she went ahead and divorced him."

I checked the time, it was nearing the end of his first gear academic term. We chatted a little more about Devin, how lots she means to him, how much they care for one another.

"Ulysses, I want you to really testify her how much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an open relationship with her, but maybe go somewhere or do something that's just you and her. Doesn't have to be sex, could be dinner, movies, hiking, something that isn't sexual. Maybe even suggest you and her become scoop. From talking with you about her, it sounds like she loves you like a son and a lover. That's up to you though. Mainly, spend extra time with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back and stood. We shook deal and I told him I'd see him next week.

I watched him from my window, airstream across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't supporter but call back how handsome and decent he was. No curiosity white women like him. I felt shame for thinking that, clutching my left helping hand, running my finger over my wedding ring.

*

I hear my daughter somewhere. She's crying out in pleasure. One of Fat Rob's friends must be fucking her. I'm in Fat Rob's weapons system, kissing him as he bounces me on his tool. I never want to leave alone this place.

He's taking me somewhere, down a hallway. We enter a room. I see my daughter on a bed, riding a shameful man, her paw in her long red mane, grinding her pelvis against him. He has a smug look on his face watching her drive him.

Fat Rob lays me down adjacent to Leanna and climbs on top of me.

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her hands through her hair."I love black dick. I'm so beaming we went out tonight."

I try to respond, but can't. The monolithic Fat Rob is on top of me, making me cum so good once more.

After seeing and hearing Leanna cum again, the men take a fault, leaving us alone. She rolls over, smiling at me. Did she bring me here ? I still can't figure this out. The room goes dingy again.


-3-

thought back to Ulysses'second date, I decided to ask about his work-life.

"Sex there too,"he bluntly admitted."No I'm not a Male prostitute."

I laughed,"I didn't think you were."

"I've done yoga instruction, personal trainer work, but mostly some, well, fitness modeling,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"Right. Different locating for various photoshoots. Been to European Economic Community, Brazil, all over."

"So you have sex with the great unwashed you meet there ? topical anesthetic ?"I asked.

"Sometimes. It's mostly coworkers though. Usually after picture shoots with me, we'll sports meeting up for boozing and end up in my bed."

"Has this caused issues for your work ?"

"Not yet. None of the char have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another model, or tried to manipulate their way into shooting with me. It's all been dramatic play free. But still,"Ulysses shook his head.

"What ?"

"It's piece of work, it's a job. Sex shouldn't be involved. I mean, I feel unprofessional."

"You don't have to log Z's with these cleaning woman though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

"I know but, it's so hard,"Ulysses said. My sentiment went to something else that would be unvoiced - his erecting. I scolded myself internally and focused on my job.

"Perhaps you could request a variety at study ? Maybe shooting for different case of ads - one that don't feature distaff models."

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a photo shoot with a magazine called Elite Magazine. I thought it was going to be mere stuff in the gym, doing employment, lifting weights and so on. It'd be for their health and fitness surgical incision of the magazine. Turns out,"Ulysses shook his head.

"Go on,"I urged, slightly looking forward to how sex became involved.

"Turns out the cartridge clip is marketed toward black men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female models are white. And it just so happens ashen female models are used in pretty lots every article character. physical fitness, health, railway car, street bikes, amusement incision all have fatal male models and white female models."

"I see, so that's where the sex occurred,"I nodded, imagining him taking a mannequin off the set after a photoshoot and pinning her against the wall, having sex.

"Right,"he continued."Both of them,"he added.

"Both ?"

"There were two example. Two blonde, fairly big in the rear,"Ulysses said.

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing diminutive exercise outfits. They posed us in all sorts of cumbersome airs to make it look like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were nice female child, but I knew sex with the two of them would happen. They purposefully made sure to rub themselves against me. It was awkward."

"Did you think about saying no ? Or asking them to bet on down ?"I asked, knowing he probably enjoyed it.

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these affectation. Jenna would be in front of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One pose of the both of them face me, my arms around them resting my hands on their humiliated back. It all led up to it."

"It ?"I knew what he meant, but I wanted him to say it.

"Yeah. After the shoot, they found me in the shower bath. Both were naked, both entered, and well, the water ran cold we were in there so long. Then afterward we kept going, they used their ‘ gifts'a lot on me."

I giggled, I knew he meant their big stern."I see. Well to take things away from sex, perhaps consider -"

"A career change ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

We shared a smile and prolonged eye contact before I continued the session.

*

The room is so undimmed now. It has to be daylight. I'm defenseless, dried ejaculate is all over me. I'm somewhere conversant. I rise up in my bed, Doug's and my bed. I'm surrounded by sleeping black men.

"No,"I struggle to leave our chamber, using the wall to brace me. I don't infliction putting on clothes.

I hear moans coming from Leanna's room. I barge in and see her being double teamed by two black men."Hey Mom,"she says in between moans and grunts.

Fat Rob is in my kitchen, eating breakfast he must've cook for himself.

"You have to leave. Now ! My husband will be home soon. Doug can't see this,"I plead.

"Sure,"Fat Rob smiles, finishing his orchis. He whistles loudly, and slowly but surely, he and his crew make their way out.

I hear Leanna whining and complaining as the two men she's with farewell. Some are clothed, some are naked, there must've been 15 men in the business firm. I can't believe what I've done.

I start crying, looking at my wedding ring. Leanna doesn't aid, she happily walks about, totally nude.

"What a nighttime !"she laughs."Hopefully Doug won't find out and we can do it again and again and again !"

I can't believe her. I can't believe this has happened. It feels like the wall are closing in on me. I run away, I run to my bedroom.

Strange, the shower is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so confusing now. I enter the bath and deplumate back the curtain. One of Fat Rob's booster is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that monumental melanise cock, stir my principal, take a deep breath and get in the shower with him.


-4-

I don't know his public figure, or why he stayed rear. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he cascade elsewhere ?

He's fucking me hard from behind. I know my married man will be home soon, but I couldn't resist. What's incorrectly with me ?

Doug can't see this. I have to end this, I have to get this guy out of the house, but I can't. I don't want to. I want him to keep fucking me.

"Brandi ? You home ?"I hear Doug call off out to me.

"Here !"I manage to say. The black guy I'm in the shower with is slamming hard into me. The slapping auditory sensation are too loud.

I go to my genu, sucking all over this smutty dick when Doug enters the bathroom."How was your head trip ?"I ask from behind the exhibitioner curtain. I resume sucking on the black man's dick as Doug answers.

"It was great. Productive,"I hear him say at the sink. I can't remember where he went, but I'm guessing oeuvre related.

"You and Leanna have a nice weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and forth on the cock. The inglorious guy has his hands on my head holding me in place.

"Brandi ?"I hear him say, turning off the sink.

"Mmhmm ! Great !"I manage to get out.

"Good,"Doug leaves the bath. I stand, kiss the black guy, and reverse back around in the shower. He shoves is cock back inside me and keeps going. I can't avail but moan.

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! breadbasket ache,"I answer. The man grabs my head, kissing my neck, then squeeze my mamilla from behind.

"Sorry sweetie. Anyway, I'm going to stop unpacking,"I heard Doug say as he left."Enjoy your shower."

"I will,"I whisper just before another orgasm comes over me.

He picks me up, it's his turn to cum. I can wait over the top of the shower curtain now, into the bedroom. The dim man is bouncing me up and down on him. I see Doug happily unpacking. He has no idea his wife is in the rain shower with a dim guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he come in and arrest it ? How can he not know ? Where are the black guy's clothes ? Does Doug see them ?
My eyes roll in the back of my question once more as I feel my pussycat fill with semen. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this bleak guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his hammer clean of extra semen - it tastes so respectable. I lead him back to the bedroom, I see the double-door to our back porch is capable. Did I open it ? Maybe Doug opened it.

I kiss my shower lover goodbye and see him pass our home plate through her bedroom. I climb in bed and wait for my hubby to return.

When he does he finds me naked, ramification facing pages. He undresses and climbs on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can feel a dispute. I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

I turn my read/write head to look out the back porch, the double-doors are still open. Doug is still on top, kissing my neck. I see somebody on the porch.

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my husband make love to me. Fat Rob takes his cock out, shaking it playfully. How did he get there ? Was he picking up his admirer ? I don't know, I watch him, I picture that big black hammer inside me instead of my husband's. I start cumming.

"Yes ! Yes !"I cry out to Fat Rob, climaxing at the Lapp clip. Fat Rob nods, puts his tool back in his trouser and leaves.

As the orgasms passes, I kiss Doug. His cums second base later.

time pep pill by, the sun stage set, Doug is watching a plot after dinner party, Leanna is out - I've no melodic theme where she is. I don't call back talking to her.

I write Doug a quick banknote. I tell him Leanna is having car trouble, I'm going to pick her up. I leave it next to the table by his recliner. I kiss his os frontale and leave.

*

This whip hurts so bad, but feels so very good. I left Doug dormancy and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't remember even asking for it, but these blackness men are taking routine doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrists again.

I scream out with pain and pleasure. I don't want them to break even though I don't understand why they are doing this.

With each whip crack I think back to my third session with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something a lot nicer and aphrodisiacal than common attire for my next appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, light dress, new shoe. Adjusting my wedding ceremony ring, I felt silly, but figured no harm would occur from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to talk about regrets. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a huge part of your life, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to make heartsease with ? Perhaps to do that would help you feel more fulfilment out of life."

Ulysses was tranquillise, contemplating what I said, but also searching his thoughts.

"Yeah,"he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to answer, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for work, shoots and so on. I met a cleaning woman at a night club. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every time I go to club, but she was unlike. She had long, thick brown hair, gentle eye and she was dead. She was so commanding, like she was a boss or coach, and knew what she wanted and how to get it."

"She wanted you ?"I asked, knowing the answer, not blaming the woman.

"Yeah."

I leaned forward a bit, hoping he'd glance at my segmentation."So what do you regret ?"

"Megan took me home. We were in her kitchen, living elbow room, everywhere, having sex. We ended up in her bed. That's when I learned she was married,"Ulysses explained.

My optic widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left. I've been in that office before, and always felt horrible. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and try to ruin marriages, or get snowy women to cheat, or leave their husbands for me. The few multiplication I've slept with a get married women - I hate to say this, but it was inadvertent. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

My external respiration was erratic, my marrow pumping,"Um, ok, I see. So you and Megan had sex and there was regret."

"Yes, but I didn't leave, I stayed,"Ulysses sighed. I could tell apart there was more he wanted to share.

"You were enjoying it."

"Yes, but then she told me to tie her up. Megan wanted me to do it by her wrist. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to look in her closet. She told me to bring out a whip she was hiding there."

"A whip ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to lather her. I thought it was a racial thing. blackness slaves were whipped. I asked her and she told me it was only for her. She felt guilt about something and wanted it whipped out of her."

"Cheating ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an moron. I whipped that poor adult female over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain, then begged me to restrain going. When it was done, I regretted ever meeting her. I regretted enabling her to cuckold, regretted whipping her. I regretted the unhurt night."

I took a trench breath and scribbled in my musical note."Ever see her again ?"

"No. We had sex one more meter in the shower, then I left."

I was ineffective to focus for the residue of his session. Part of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the idea of an affair with him, maybe even being whipped.

That night I took a long bath. I set my marriage ceremony ring on the slope of the tub and fingered myself to climax several times - thinking of Ulysses.

*

That's where and when I first heard about a whip.

Doug is behind me now ; I'm on all fours. I can't believe he doesn't notice the whip marks from Fat Rob. Doug has said zilch. Leanna has said cypher. I don't call back what time I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her speculate car trouble.

I feel regret and shame for what I'm doing. I don't know when or how this will end.

I feel nada as Doug shag me from behind. I'm looking out into the backyard, it's pouring down rain. I didn't even notice it was cloudy.


-6-

I remember now. It was raining when I first met Ulysses, it was raining during his fourth seance - the foremost time we had sex.

Things seem clearer now, but I still can't piece it all together. Doug is on top of me now. I don't tactile property him. It's like my locoweed aren't working. But I remember Ulysses.

He showed up to his fourth session. I was wearing another sexy dress. I fingered myself all week thinking of him. I practically jumped on him.

He was startled, not expecting it. But I knew deep down he knew it would materialise - with a black torso, nerve, cock like his, sex with every white woman he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to resist at first. I was straddling him, kissing him on the sofa. He pointed to my wedding ring in between kisses. I shut him up with my mouthpiece over his. We were naked soon. He slammed me on my desk and took me there.

I came so laborious, so fast, so powerfully from him pistoning in and out of me. The waterspout of rain outside hopefully muffled my moan of pleasure a bit.

We went quickly, 45 transactions into it and he came inside me. He apologized, gathered his apparel and left.

My pussycat was oozing semen onto my desk. After a few minutes, I went to my knees and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes on, sat in my hot seat and waited for my next naming, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to catch some Z's that night, my left wing ovolo rubbing my wedding ring.

Ulysses and I met only two more sessions. Each one was nothing but sex. We did it on my desk, on the lounge, I swallowed his semen each time.

On the terminal academic term, Ulysses told me he was sorry, but couldn't see me anymore. He said he's accepted this is how his sprightliness is and will ferment harder to be closer with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his clothes back on and leave.

Leanna caught me crying that night at the theatre. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the look of concern on her cheek, but I had to handle with what I've done on my own.

*

I remember everything now. I remember how I got here.

It was New yr's Eve. Leanna told me to take away my wedding hoop, she was taking me out. I resisted at first, but I know why she asked me to slay it.

We were at a baseball club, I saw several men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His public figure was Fat Rob. He's why I'm here, he's why I'm in this place. He's why retentiveness were hazy. He's why everything seems odd.

I'm having sex with Fat Rob right now. I'm on my bed, Doug is somewhere, I don't recall where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

I kiss him hard, he calls me"Miss Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

I hear Doug coming. His stride are so loud, like thunder. I can't stop riding Fat Rob though.

"Brandi ?"he calls out."You there ?"his voice his booming.

I grit my dentition and keep fucking this black man."Yes ! Yes ! Fuck yes !"

The bed collapses and I keep going, hold cumming. Each one of Doug's footsteps thunder through the hallway.

It's raining again, I can get a line it exterior, over the sound of my primaeval grunts or orgasms.

He's taking forever to arrive at our bedroom and catch me in the act. Why is he moving so slow ?

Thomas More thundering footsteps, my gens being called. Fat Rob slaps my ass, I know Doug hears it.

"Brandi !"he yells, upon entering our elbow room. I don't stop having sex with Fat Rob. I look over my shoulder and see Doug's horrified human face. He falls to his stifle's crying.

Leanna enters the room, defenseless, pushing Doug over– he can't stop crying.

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyse, ineffective to appear away from my crying husband. He slams his fist into the floor, a sound of thunder Echo in the room.

"Mom !"Leanna shakes me, but all I see is Doug crying, striking the floor in agony. The elbow room dims, getting darker and darker. Did we lose power from the storm ?

Doug is changing, he's turning brighter. He's a light seed, bright, shinning in my eye. I remember Fat Rob, what I've done, how I got here.

"Doug !"I cry."Doug ! I scream his name over and over again."Doug, please !"the brightly spark is blinding now. I can't breathe.


-7-

"Doug ! Doug !"I woke up in a hospital bed.

Leanna was right there side by side to me,"Mom !"

"Where am I ? Where's Doug ?"

"What ?"Leanna glanced to the nurse.

She started crying and the nurse excused herself. I was gasping for air, called out Doug's name over and over.

"Mom,"Leanna shook her head.

"What am I doing here ? I want to see Doug."

"Mom, no, he's -"

It felt like my heart was going to explode. I was out of breath. I gripped Leanna's script as hard as I could.

"Doug,"I whispered, hoping to simmer down myself down.

"He's gone, Mom. Remember ? It's been over a year,"Leanna said.

"What ? A year ? Where ?"I was crying now.

"Mom, remember, that's why we moved here. So he could be closer to his family before he -"Leanna wiped a tear."Before he passed away."

I closed my optic. I heard the rain outside my hospital windowpane. A loud pop of roar snapped my eyes open.

"Over a year,"I repeated. Leanna nodded. I remembered now.

"What happened last night ?"I asked, looking around the infirmary room, releasing my grip on Leanna's hand.

"New twelvemonth's Eve. I took you to a club. I thought it'd be fun. The two of us hanging out,"Leanna answered.

"My ring ?"I glanced to my leftfield paw, not seeing it there.

"It's at rest home. Right by the bed."

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could take it off maybe you'd meet someone and, well, have fun. You haven't taken it off since Doug's funeral. I just thought,"Leanna said.

I sat up in bed, hugging her, knowing she was trying to help.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that lodge. I introduced you to soul I thought was a friend. That objet d'art of dogshit - I mean, Fat Rob. I saw him put something in your drink. I nearly punched him out. I grabbed you and took you home."

"Leanna,"I cried.

"Mom, you wouldn't wake up. He must've put too much of whatever it was. I called 911, I was freaking out. I didn't want to fall behind you too,"Leanna said.

"The ambulance rushed you here, they pumped your stomach. But you still didn't wake up. You've been here asleep for almost two days."

"Fat Rob. I didn't go, I mean, he and I didn't,"I was putting the pieces together.

"No. I'm so glad I saw him dislocate something into your swallow. If I hadn't been paying aid -"

"Oh, sweetie, come here,"I hugged her again.

I held her for several bit as she cried."I'm alive, I'm awake, I'm fine."

I took a trench hint, brief images of the incubus I had flashed before my eyes. The whipping, the darkness, the chains, the black man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a fearsome issue - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

I shook the images from my head and held my daughter. She was still wearing the garb she wore on our night out.

*

I went home the adjacent day. I had trouble walking a bit, and my head hurt, but I was finely. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my drink wasn't enough to drink down me.

I considered filing a police composition. But neither Leanna nor I know his finally public figure, where he works, or anything other than his visual aspect. Still, it wouldn't hurt to do it.

I looked in on the bed I destroyed in my nightmare. It was intact, undisturbed, just like it was the after Doug's funeral over a twelvemonth ago. Leanna keeps the room clean and jerk, she dusts it and so on.

I moved into the guest room after Doug died. I couldn't be in our room, it hurt too lots to not consume him there.

I sat on the edge of the guest bed, running my hands through my hair when something caught my eye - my wedding ring on the bedside table.

I stared at it for several mo before slowly reaching for it. I started to put it on, but stopped myself."No,"I said out loudly. I opened the draftsman and stowed it safely away.

The following hebdomad, Leanna and I went through Doug's habiliment and former items, boxing them up, taking them to Goodwill.

We painted the walls a different color. There was no double-door to the back porch in that room, unlike in my nightmare, there was a great window though. We got new shades for it. I moved all piece of furniture out and tear up the carpet.

A week later, wood flooring was in place, and the way looked totally different.

One point remained - a bed. The postdate weekend, Leanna helped me piece out a new bed for that room - my way. I moved out of the node room that night.

Leanna slept in there with me on my commencement dark back in that way since Doug passed away.

Another yoke of workweek passed. I was at my office. My 10am appointment cancelled. I decided to hit a phone call.


-8-
"Brandi, hey, how are you ?"Ulysses answered my telephone call. It'd been several weeks since I end saw him.

"I'm doing well. What about you ?"

"I'm fine,"he answered. I could tell he felt awkward.

"Listen, I was thinking if you don't have program, we could meet for dejeuner today. There's something I'd like to tell you. more than of an apology, actually."

"Yeah, that's cool. We can forgather up,"he said.

"Great. My treat."

We met a couple hours later at a nearby eating house. I didn't thriftlessness any time ; immediately telling him I was sorry for my unprofessionalism. He was accepting, nodding and smiling politely.

"There's more,"I glanced to my left deal, my wedding ring no longer there.

"I feel the worst about not being up front with you. I have trouble saying these Book, what about I'm about to secernate you,"I glanced at my hand once more, then back to his eyes.

"I'm not married. I wasn't married when we had sex. My husbanded died over a year ago. I haven't been able to carry the pack off, until recently. I'm so drab, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that sitting. But I couldn't say the words, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my heart in some way, but I want you to know I'm sorry for any ruefulness or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another splice woman."

Ulysses was quiet, eye wide, taking my words in."Brandi, I, um, thanks. I did palpate bad. I thought you were married, that's why I stopped using you as a therapist. But thank you for telling me. I've never lost a mate, but I imagine it's grueling to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to take off the ring."

"Yes,"I smiled at him.

"Are you doing ok ? I mean, are you feeling better about not wearing it ?"

"Yes, it was fourth dimension. My girl took me out on New class's. She tried to help me move on. I guess in some agency it worked."

We smiled at each other once more before our meal arrived. I learned to a greater extent of Ulysses that day. I learned he actually took my advice. He and his quondam stepmother are thinking about moving in with one another and maintaining an open, but not too overt, relationship.

He and I met up after I left the bureau for the day.

Ulysses stood at the invertebrate foot of his bed. I was on my knees, kissing over his stomach, thighs and beautiful cock. I sucked it lovingly, slowly, smiling at up at him.

I stood and he squatted, picking me up, my peg wrapping around his waist. Standing there, he guided his cock in me. I almost climaxed when he entered me. We kissed and he moved me to the bed.

egg laying me gently on my backbone, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his hands, I placed my own hands on his chest, as he slowly began sliding his turncock in and out of me.

I orgasmed minutes later, he rolled onto his spine, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly rode him, savoring his foresighted rotating shaft hitting all the rightfulness spots inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him goodbye, told him I'd see him again sometime. He said that'd be peachy, he suggested I meet Devin. At the time I was ok if I never saw him again. However, I know that I feel much near now.

I did see him again. I'm lying in his weapons system right now. It's been a few months since my night out with Leanna on New Year's, getting drugged, and waking up in the hospital a couplet days later. It was a horrifying event.

The nightmare I had is a picayune fuzzy, some of the particular lost over time. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a while a homo teddy bear, named Leanna, will join me, snuggling up to me, watching a movie in my new bed. I'm thankful I have her support.

I'm thankful for Ulysses too. I kiss his chest and roll back on top of him, sliding his cock back inside me. We meet up occasionally for dejeuner or dinner - then sex. He's not my boyfriend, just a capital friend.

The other calendar week I met Devin. She's in the rain shower now. After I cum on Ulysses in a distich minutes, we'll probably join her.

I'm thinking of moving back to Charleston. Leanna and I weren't as stopping point to Doug's family. Since he's gone now, maybe it's sentence I return home.

This vivid orgasm whirl, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his stopcock still embedded inside me and takes me the shower to unite Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the shower. Devin squeeze and osculation me on the brass. I smile at her and we both go to our articulatio genus to service Ulysses'long, dark rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him smile at me. I'm glad I was capable to help him a picayune during those few hebdomad I was his therapist.

He and my daughter don't yet actualise how lots they have helped me.

The end .